Scab

hold nothing

float for one thing

shot in the face for loitering

slaughtering

this panic

these some real antics

darkness in deep static

can't see the things we manage

to take Advantage

of every one slanted

where do I find you

gone for too long

I belong to you don't you see

the plight of me

though you say it right to not see

I find yourself in me

the truth can't be copied

don't try to stalk me

why can't we need a coffee

caught in lofty moly